Being a child of the 1950s, I was named for Debbie Reynolds, the wholesome girl-next-door actress whose husband Eddie Fisher was stolen by that evil temptress Elizabeth Taylor. (For younger readers of this blog, think of Jennifer Aniston whose husband Brad Pitt was stolen by Angelina Jolie). Pop culture being what it was, there were a lot of Debbies in my age group.
I learned from books that "Debra" is a Hebrew name that means "honeybee." Well, isn't that odd, I thought.
I also knew there was a famous Deborah in the Old Testament. She was a warrior and a judge of Ancient Israel. Well, isn't that odd, I thought.
It wasn't until I was on the Goddess Path that I learned the full significance of those facts. What I learned taught me that my name profoundly honours the Goddess. It connects me to Her in such a way that no new spiritual name could improve on the given name that I already have. I'll explain more in my next two posts.